The sight of tears streaming down my face is like a knife being stuck into you. You hold me tight, press my head to your chest and rock me for several...minutes. Finally, I seem to have brought myself under control.As you stroke my back and my sobbing slows, you ask me again, “Now, baby, tell me, what is the matter? What don’t you want?”Between sobs, I choke out, “The crib.”“Why, baby, I thought you would like a crib to take your naps in so you will be safe while Daddy works.”I look into your. I was washing my hands when I felt a sudden wave of dizziness come over me. I slid to my knees and passed out. What seemed like hours later I woke up. The room was spinning around me, but I was able to make out several men standing over me. The room came in to focus, and I realized I was lying on a bed, and that my clothing had been stripped off of me. I whimpered, and one of the men grinned. "The bitch decided to join us. I think we should show her a good time."The men piled on me, one. The women had heard the shooting and fled their homes as soon as it became clear what was going on. One of them, a middle aged woman named Sharon, had witnessed her husband gunned down right next to her. Another had lost her sister when a group of armed men had pounced on her. The woman, whose name was Carrie did note that she was likely alive. The others agreed, though it was likely from what had been witnessed that she had been brutally raped and beaten for trying to escape the. Dave pushed, “You have a couple of incestuous situations in your group; how do those play out?”Darcie grinned, “I’m guilty. My sister is Brittany, another of our members. We have been intimate since we were in middle school. It was never a big deal for us, just a way for us to blow off some steam. Now, we share husbands, boyfriends, and anything else with each other. We also like to double team one of the other men – to give the ‘sisters’ experience to someone. We’re working on perfecting that.